About me
i could rant for an eternity on the cusp of subjective veracities, drop rhetoric bombs with japan, aliens, and the afterlife. while straight jacket nurses hold my hair up to puke, what i see on the other end is more penetrating beyond the veil of flesh. It's Art, it's tv static, fluorescent overexposed memories. Ladies, gentlemen, zombie darlings and wicked crypt keepers, grab your tophats and shovels...we're going on a ghost hunt.